This is a song about "Von trail mom"

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

But did you think about your mom,

Right to wear your mom stay

And she gon let it loose, hey

With synthetics and leaving behind a trail of prosthetics and medics

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

Don't follow the trail of gold or you will be controlled

This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock nines

With a trail of dead mic's cause these wack cats get stopped like red lights.

Gears begin to clash, engine starts to fail, black smoke trail- i'v gone off trail!

And every nigga that i hung with just use me for bail

I finally got a girl, mom!/

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Battle champs just shows the latest, man i'm on a trail to greatness